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Cannot break time into

The smallest bit

So we live in all of it

At the very same time;

Past present and future


At once in my mind.


Securely Tied


You have tied yourself


To the anger and hate of the


Proudly you stand

Wearing it like a badge of



If you look around you will see

You remain completely still.


You must cut the chords.

It is the only way to fly.

Soar above and transcend.

Then you will realize

Peace and love are always in you.

Do not let these ideas of

Who you think you should be

Fix the parameters of you.

You are more than who you try to


You are infinite.

There are

No words

Or ideas

Which define



*originally published June 2015 @*cholintodiamonds*

Old Streets


Came back to these old streets,

The path feels so natural beneath my feet.

Broken doorways,

They whisper my name.

They know me from before.

Now condemned;

Boarded windows

And graffiti walls.

No going back to

How it was.

Boards creak and walls speak.

They tell me,

“Move on little girl.

We loved you then,

We love you still.

Best be moving on.

Move along.

The ghosts who called you back

Be long gone.

There only remains residual

Energy of things turned to ash

Blowing now

In the wind.

Head East, or North

South or West.

It is best you move along.”



She stood staring at the monument,

Her mind taken back

To then.

Was that the same wind blowing through her hair

That blew

On a day so very long ago?

Has it just been traveling the world;

Been out there somewhere waiting to hear her heart beat again?

Now she was

Afraid to turn around.

Not ready to leave,

Fearful the tears would fall

And a passerby would stare.

They would most likely

Assume she must be drunk or out of her mind.

No, she teetered on the edge and almost plunged


She was

Simply sad.

Just plain sad. People do not like to see that





Be mindful

Those generational ghosts you bring forward;

Those in your own heart and mind which no Longer


We are teaching children to fear them.

We are born fearless.

We are born fresh and

We are born free of past regrets.

Do not dump your unhealed bits on them, the Children.

Lessons abound from the past. Still, let us refrain from planting our pain in the child’s heart.

She Was Told


She was told by several someones

Over the years

To toughen up.

(She was a terribly shy girl prone to tears)

But you see

What these people did not know;

She had been toughened up.

She had been beaten up.

Physically bruised,

Emotionally submerged in confusion.

Touched where she should not have been touched

She had almost been destroyed.

Bloody noses,

Pulled hair ,

Black and blue.

She had been toughened up

In ways that people could not see in the now

And somehow through all of this

Emerged an invisible strength.

Her tears were not always of sorrow,

They were of terror.

She is thankful to have had magic souls



Teach her how to turn

All of the turmoil of the past


Joy and gratefullness.